Paroles de Black Hand

Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand The hand of a man That strikes in the dark The face of that man You'll never love. Black hand Black hand If you're like a tree in the desert But that tree has gone And now someone is trying To dig the root That has spreading wide Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand Black hand We came from the States to the world Thinking that the reason was there But a hand That hides in the dark Strikes again And leaves no name.